Quotes About Desperation

At its worst you find yourself wishing, desperately, for any other affliction, any physical pain, because the mind is infinite, and its torments – when they happen – can be equally infinite.

Mum said Oh God oh please God oh God oh please please oh God and God said nothing.

she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery

A Moment of Extreme Crisis in the Middle of Nowhere 'Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

A Moment of Extreme Crisis in the Middle of Nowhere 'Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

Through plague and war, poverty, desperation, crime- all of it- there is still art, Emile. Wonder casts a spell over all living creatures, great and small. Kist look at the skies at night and imagine what could be. Art, science, imagination... all create wonder.

They have anger. And they have nothing to lose." An

They have anger. And they have nothing to lose.

The moral of the story: The guy who is starving you may sincerely be trying to feed you, but his best efforts might not be enough. In the end, if you are penned in, you can be killed by simple starvation and neglect, requiring no directly malign intention by your captors. Starvation just happens naturally when insufficient food is coming

Adventurers and loners, romantics and desperadoes, eccentrics and slow suicides—the luxuriousness of the place, its seduction and savagery, calls to the wildest among us. Alaska, the land of black moons and midnight suns.

Nevertheless, as Terray declared later, nothing would ever equal those first desperate days when he put forth every ounce of his courage, strength and resolution.

Dan — Whistling Dan," he said, "I'm seeing you a long, long ways off. Partner, I'm done for." The whole body of Dan stiffened. "Done? Tex, you can't be! Five minutes ago you sat at that there table, smilin' an' talkin'!" "It doesn't take five minutes. Half a second can take a man all the way to hell!

Remember; no matter how desperate the situation seems, time spent thinking clearly is never time wasted.

Desperation is the author of crazy-ass exits.

Stavo morendo per la perdita e l'abbandono, sempre di più ogni giorno che passava.

Something was consuming the girl. I need help. She thought of her in that interview room, slightly breathless and entrancing. Wanting desperately to be told that nothing was her fault, that her body and brain had conspired against her. The feeling she must have, always, of being in between worlds, the worlds separated only by an impenetrable pane of glass.

Once, a few weeks ago, she'd heard a girl's voice in there and wondered if it was porn on the computer until she could tell it wasn't. She heard the voice say Eli's name. E-liii. She'd turned her music as loud as she could, held her hands to her ears, even sang to herself, eyes clamped shut. She hoped he heard her fling off her Ked so hard it hit the wall. She hoped he remembered she was here.

care desperately in a perversely curious-about-your-sex-life way," Merrick said. "You never tell me anything about your personal life. You don't hit on me. You ignore me when I hit on you. You keep our work relationship professional no matter how hard I try to make it unprofessional. It's like you have integrity or something, and quite frankly, I'm sick of it.

Forse la pazzia non è l'ebetudine, non è il monologare franto e farneticante dei disperati che si aggirano sui marciapiedi delle stazioni, è la diversità che separa dagli altri, dalle altre, è la speranza, il sogno, quasi la pretesa di avere un destino. Di non essere un ombra senza storia, un fantasma che scivola sul mondo senza lasciare un impronta, e di voler fare qualcosa di importante nella vita.

Indugia. Aspetta. Tra la disperazione e la speranza c'è solo un attimo. Quando cerchi di evitare qualcosa, è proprio questo sforzo che te la fa fronteggiare. Abbi coraggio......

But she stepped forward and placed a finger to his lips and there it was before him. The greatest prayer to the gods he could muster with a heart so broken. Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.

Back in Georgie's attic, he yanks the phone out of the socket and begins scrolling down the names under dialed calls, praying to anyone who will listen. God. Baby Jesus. Saint Thomas the doubter. Saint Whoever, patron saint of losers. Praying, Please, please, don't let it be true. The first name shatters him. The second makes his head spin.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.

It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn't believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here